We also have a blackberry bush/tree thing in the back yard, which we just discovered this past weekend. That would explain all the purple bird poo.
I love having birds around, hearing them and seeing them and getting things thrown at me by them. It makes me want to study bird calls so I can know who is screaming what at me.
Screaming, yes. Am I the only one who sometimes gets woken by over-eager winged and feathered friends making all kinds of vocal racket outside at 3 and 4am?
Most of the time I don't mind, I guess, minus that whole you-woke-me-up-at-3am thing. But still. How is that a part of the natural way of things?